dear virginia,
by the time you're done reading
this, i hope your opinion of me has
changed. you changed it. parr of me
used to be a self-absorbed, egotistical
asshole, but you turned me into a better
person. i hope you've seen the plane
ticket, and i hope you take this chance
to get the hell out of there. you don't
deserve to be treated like shit, and i know
i partly participated in that, but i'm sorry.
if there was any other way i could get you
to forgive me, i would do it; without a pause,
without a doubt. unfortunately, all i have
to offer is getting you out of that home to
somewhere better. the plane ticket, as you
read, will take you to a town in california,
small and nice. everything is paid for. i've
been there before with my family. we own
a beach house there and it's safe. we have
some maids/caretakers where they'll guide
you along the way to put you back on your
feet when – if you go. i hope you do. it'll be
a new start, a new everything without bullies,
an abusive mom, a workaholic for a dad, etc.
i know you love your mother, but please
remember that you are a victim. you are a
victim, but your past should not be a burden
anymore. it should be a reminder of everything
you've been through and will continue to go
through, because life sucks, but you survived
and spat in its face and said "fuck you." you
do not have to recover right away. you do
not have to pretend to be all right. you
do not have to forgive your abuser, and
you do not have to forgive me. i love you,
v. more than anything.
– caleb
